We’re home. We flew into Springfield at 8 p.m. last night. Home. The sweet smell of Springfield in the evening was only slightly tainted by the heavy weight of impending doom. This morning is looking a little brighter. A late night meeting with Tim and Vin offered hope and relieved a lot of my fear. [Fear that they hated me, I guess.]

[Many of my current posts might not make complete sense if you don't know exactly what is going on right now... Sorry bout that. I'll clarify later.]

I’m posting the things I scribbled in my journal while I was gone. The whole SC Road Trip Series is posted out of order… sorry bout that.